Just as I set my keyboard to the task of composing a diary, I noted that on Turner Classic Movies, we are all being treated at this very moment to the beginning of Ray Bradbury's
Fahrenheit 451.
Apparently, knowledge, memory, impermeable records of history and reality are bad news, in the future to be.
Or is it right now, when what Fox says yesterday isn't what Fox says today isn't what Fox says tomorrow?
This is an open thread on the mutability of perception, of power's endless attempt to corrupt reality to a mutated imago of itself.
After all, we can't have books lying around where children might pick them up and read them, now can we?